I jolted awake. A sound. Something snapped. A branch. Broken. Something big stood right outside our bedroom window. Cowering, trying not to draw its attention, I poked Henry in the back. “Wake up. There’s something outside.”
He didn’t move.
“Listen.” I hissed and punched him again. “Something’s out there. Get the gun.”
“Of course there is.” Henry groaned. “We live on a ranch.” Then, he grabbed the covers, tucked them under his chin and went back to snoring.
Yea… Well… In Henry’s defense, I heard something almost every night.
The next day, all baggy-eyed and grouchy, Henry installed an all-weather, night-and-day camera. Then he showed me what it saw…
Animals. (See pictures.)